Peniel
It was all part of the game. Stupid. I never wanted to take care of Lucian or acknowledge that he's dying, or maybe I was just trying to find a way to heal him. But I don't know why I can't stand the fact that we argued, where I pretended he should let me go, knowing what he wanted to do with me—right, I killed his warrior.
And now he's reminded that I am not the love of his life. Yet, I am loving every part of the game.
I wear a hoodie and pull the strings tight, concealing most of my face as I walk through the forest.
The moon hides behind thick clouds, casting long shadows as I approach the clearing where I'm supposed to meet them. Them. The pack's enemy. I glance over my shoulder, half-expecting Lucian to appear and stop me, but the woods are silent. I'm on my own, just as I
